[LGF92]

Went out to a ball, got absolutely Charlie Sheened on free champagne then woke up in the morning with my suit damp from the snow, with my shirt unbuttoned, on the kitchen counter, with the most middle-class hangover in the world...

[geztival]

Not a crazy uni story (All in good time, don't start till Sept ). I've got a bit of a rep for being a lightweight and getting very very wasted.

I've no memory of this, but apparently I came home totally steaming one night, crawled up the stairs whilst talking drunken jibberish. I couldn't stand up so kept falling over on the landing as I was trying to undress myself, fell over in just my underwear and started crying because "I couldn't find my nipple". I must have meant I couldn't find my t shirt that I sleep in lol. Quite embarrassing even now haha

The craziest one was when I was at Glastonbury this year and I errr...accidentally downed a bottle of Disaronno and a pint of brothers in the space of about an hour and a half. BIG mistake. I still have zero memory of from about 5pm until 8am the next morning I woke up the next morning in my 2 mate's tent (they are a couple) and none of us had any idea how I got there from my tent. I was half dressed, with a hair full of dry mud. I was then shown pictures of when I slipped over and did a backwards faceplant in the mud, and when I was being violently sick at the info point, and was greeted by randomers throughout the day who remembered my drunkenness, but I had no memory of meeting/seeing/speaking to them. I apparently also slapped my ex bf who was there so hard across the face he nearly fell over! Possibly the only thing I wish I could remember! Oh and the best part? No hangover the next day! Win

I now drink amaretto in moderation

[Brocky800]

The worst night I had last year was when my housemates walked home from the club to find me basically lying in my own sick outside our front door while being dressed as an oompa lumpa. We went out for Halloween and I just absolutely wasted too early, ended up getting chucked out of the club and stumbling home, but I didn't take my key as my housemate told me I wouldn't need it (why didn't my housemates follow, you tell me). Woke everyone in my phonebook up that night, made like 82 calls if I remember correctly, some interesting stories about what I was like on the phone as well. Bad times.

[Obadetona]

(Original post by Tommyjw)
I feel sorry for you

I'm 16 :P

[crocker710]

One of my flatmates (we'll call flatmate F, 5"4 slim female) was leaving at Christmas because she wasn't enjoying the course so we decided to get royally F'ed to celebrate Christmas and as a goodbye night out. People drank heavily on the pre-drink from about 7 - 11:30 and we went to the club. We all bought 2/3 Jägerbombs when we go in and went on the dancefloor. Flatmate F and flatmate S (6" slim build male) kept going to the bar for the first hour or so. My other 3 flatmates came to me (must have thought i was the most sober) and said both of them were worse for ware and could probably do with going home as flatmate S had just bumped into a 6"2 blackman and spilt his drink everywhere without apologising haha.
The club is only a 10 minute walk away, but that's a long way when neither of them can walk. I had one arm around each of them and was managing to get them closer to home, until suddenly flatmate F shouts 'Stu let's go! make a run for it!' and both of them try to run towards the house. It was the funniest thing I've ever seen, It was like the ending of Blackadder Goes Fourth, and they got about 5 steps each before hitting the deck. I picked them up and walked the remaining 1/4 of a mile and made sure they were both ok (recovery position, water, sick bucket) and waited for the other flatmates to come back.
In the morning we were all having a joke about it when flatmate S woke up about 2 and from his room shouted us in, we went in and he started staying 'why did you put a sick bucket there I was no where near being sick' so I thought it was better just not to say anything and say it was better to be safe than sorry. He got up 3 hours later to realise that he'd slept in a puddle of his own sick, and that he'd laid in it awake for 3 hours claiming the smell was 'probably his own bad breath', I felt slightly better about him shouting at me for the sick bin :P. Flatmate F woke up about 3, and came downstairs to ask us if we had a good night out, she didn't remember leaving the house and thought that she'd stayed in bed whilst we all went out drinking! She was adamant she didn't go so people had to show her pictures of her in the club to prove she went out! God I love Uni :P

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7DGa9...eature=related

[dipless]

Ok in my first year at uni in London, I lived in halls which were the otherside of Hyde park from my Student union. Now this is normally no problem, however on the night in question it turned out to be my downfall! Now let me set the scene. It's dark, it's hot, i'm sweaty, there's people bumping and grinding all around me! I look to my left and there is this girl grindin on my leg in can what only be described as a tea towel and bra and a guy to my left in all black and a smidgen of white!

I look again...can it be... yes it's a vicar!

I look around and as the haze begins to settle I see hundreds of vicars and a large splattering of skimpy attire aka tea towels... Then I remember oh yeah I'm at a tarts and Vicars party and it's not my lucky day but the lass and the Vicar who are bumping and grinding me are not looking for some kind of kinky role playing three some but in fact me fellow hall mates. So we continue to dance and drink the night away!

The student union closes and we stumble to the fence around Hyde Park! Now your not supposed to walk through hyde park at night! But being drunk and it being the quickest way to get from A to B we hopped over the fence! Now this is where it got 'interesting' so we are walking home and we see the spot lights of the police who patrol the park at night, so we jump into some bushes trying to avoid them! But of course they spot us.... drunks are not good at subtlety! Now when they arrive there is three of us lying on the muddy ground dressed like who knows what! And low and behold Isla ( the girl in this story) has managed to knock herself out on the dive into the bushes! We didn't know this until the officer tried to get her up, at which point he started seriously grilling us about what we were doing with an unconcious girl in the bushes at night! We obviously told them the truth, but they didn't believe us and swiftly arrested us and put Isla in an ambulance! The next morning we got questioned and Isla obviously told them what had happened! But oh my what a night!

[I<3LAMP]

Got drunk on cheap vodka found a traffic cone on the streets nears Uni Halls and proceeded to scream: 'Don't worry folks, everything is going to be ohhhhhhh--kkkaaaaayyy' down every corridor evading security as much as possible. One of the guards eventually found me hiding behind some curtains in the communal TV area with my feet poking out the bottom.

Whenever he saw me around halls he'd give me a hi 5 and say that I 'Stracey' cause too much trouble.

Another time was after a radical idea was thought up by a friend whilst pre-drinking at Uni halls. Apparently we all thought it an excellent idea to get the 29 bus from Camden to Centrepoint wearing nothing but swimming gear and towels, oh and a boom box and jump in the fountains at Centrepoint and later on a Trafalgar Square. Fooking freezing it was, but the Police officers just told us it was our risk if we got broken glass in our faces or stepped on a dead pigeon. Later on a few friends decided to buy 'hash' from a dodgy dealer even after I told them it was blatantly fake. They later departed with some tree bark. LOL.

At our house party (second year) I decided to sit on my sink, ripping it off the wall and flooding my room. Later on that year I was evicted (from being so damn broke and having fraud committed on my account) so the poor (crazy bitch) landlord had to fit the bill. I didn't ever pursue my deposit mind.

Rugby World Cup-England Lost. I drank far too much cider culminating with me faceplanting after falling off a hammock in the garden being found icy cold face down and after being persuaded to enter the house I threw up in a saucepan and woke up next to it. Horrible clean up and hangover ensued.

In halls we all decided to board up a friend's room with heavy mattresses and police tape. He could't get out. Also remember waking up in the kitchen after a night out on the kitchen counter. Apparent;y it was sleep in the kitchen night and freak out the cleaner. Our kitchen was a state and one day the cleaner (understandably but a bit harsh) threw away any personal belongings out of the window and to a skip conveniently placed underneath. We got most of it back

Spent many many nights stoned and writing passages in a journal called 'Biff the Book' read some of it back after a reunion with the guy who owns it and can't believe what we were thinking.

A scary but cool time was climbing on the roof of halls and watching the sunset. I was too scared to come down, mind but a friend had to coax me down by telling me that I'll die of starvation up there if I don't jump.

Most fun times were plied with drink or watching others on drugs but we had some epic pool tournaments and banter with random people.

[I<3LAMP]

I ran to Uni on the morning of out first 1st year Chemistry Mocks with vomit clearly in my hair. The cleaner refused to let me use the shower and I had to spray my whole body/hair liberally to prevent any alarm from fellow candidates. I amazingly got one of the highest marks in the year, I was shaking like a leaf and white as a sheet throughout.

[cinnamon442]

My friend went out to a club and got insanely drunk. He met a midget in the club and invited him back to play cards with him and some of his friends. Over the course of this evening, the midget said something to upset him, so he locked him in a cupboard, went to his room and passed out. The next morning he'd forgotten all about it and opened the cupboard door... this midget comes flying out of the cupboard swearing and attacks my friend around the ankles, so he does the first thing he thinks of and kicks him. The midget goes flying across the kitchen screaming 'WHEEEE!' and lands on the floor. He then jumps out of the kitchen window. They never saw him again.

[jendra9311]

(Original post by cinnamon442)
My friend went out to a club and got insanely drunk. He met a midget in the club and invited him back to play cards with him and some of his friends. Over the course of this evening, the midget said something to upset him, so he locked him in a cupboard, went to his room and passed out. The next morning he'd forgotten all about it and opened the cupboard door... this midget comes flying out of the cupboard swearing and attacks my friend around the ankles, so he does the first thing he thinks of and kicks him. The midget goes flying across the kitchen screaming 'WHEEEE!' and lands on the floor. He then jumps out of the kitchen window. They never saw him again.

oh my god wow. threads like this make evenings like this (before days like tomorrow) seem so, so much better.

[Dorito]

not a crazy story as such but you'd be surprised what you end up doing when you and your flatmates are bored in the afternoon. We used to constantly draw on one of my flatmates doors (with facepaint, so it washed of really easily. ) when he was out. He had a huge penis on his door for about 6 months as he said he was sick of cleaning his door and it would stay there until we cleaned it. Eventually, the day before we left for good i had to wipe it off.

Crazy drunken stories include... downing half a bottle of vodka and in my mind I went into the club, bought a drink and then left straight away but that wasn't the case, apparantely I had about 6 more drinks in the club, fell over twice, went up a random girl and proposed to her before jumping on my flatmates back. The bouncers were pretty cool and just came over and told me to calm down, which my flatmates told me I did... so it wasn't all bad.

Another was when I got really drunk with my coursemate, we went to my flat and my flat mate found us an hour later... my coursemate was passed out with his head in the sink after being sick and I was sat cross legged in the middle of the floor asleep with my hand in another flatmates cereal...

Most of my nights out are good fun and I can remember them vividly but it's always good to go a bit mental every now and then.

[doloroushazy]

Oh man this thread is getting me so excited for uni and I'm not even going for another year haha

[truechristian91]

(Original post by crocker710)
We were playing corridor cricket with an exercise ball when someone got over confident and hit it into the roof ( ground floor flat ). The tiles on the ceiling were like polystyrene and popped in and out. Well when the ball hit the tile a pair of boxers fell out ... God knows how they got there or how long they'd been there haha

That i have nearly done myself, almost broke some glass in the door doing the same thing but with a real cricket ball. :P

[Clip]

On my first proper day at University, a crazy hippie girl came up to me outside the refectory and asked me to come back to her room. Score. Got back there, she sat me down on her bed. Score. Then she just went into a two hour rant about the state of the halls - and we chatted for ages. She had taken some of her clothes off, and I remarked that because of this I missed all my lectures and seminars on my first day. At this point she freaked out and said that she didn't realise I was a student (even though I was carrying a copy of Lipsey & Chrystal Positive Economics), she thought I was one of the estates staff, put her shirt back on and told me to leave.

In another completely unrelated event, I had a bad stomach after a heavy night out, and had explosive diarrhoea in the front garden of what I thought was my (future) wife's student house. Turned out it was the wrong house, and it was the place that this guy stalking her lived at.

[truechristian91]

For me, there is one night i can remember. I was trying to sleep before a big test and this complete idiot was charging up and down my corridor again and again and again at 2am. Finally after getting so annoyed, i grabbed my pool cue and stuck it out the door at ankle level just as he was running past. He faceplanted the door and walked off soon after. :P

[Wednesday Bass]

I went to see my mate in Lincoln once, went out on the Friday night - lots to drink. On the way back, probably about 2/3am, we notice a flower trolley (like you get in B&Q or Homebase) and we decide it would be a good idea to take it back to his place. On the way there, we carry it upstairs onto the main road from the path below, we give some girls a lift about 500 yards down the street, then take it home. Overall we must have taken it about a mile (most of that uphill) and made so much noise. I can't believe we managed to get away with it.

[edlambeth]

it was st patricks day, and the night before the start of an ultimate frisbee tournamet hosted by my university.

one of my irish team mates brothers had brought his team down to lincoln for the tournament a day early,
and so he hosted a huge party in his flat,
literally had over 100 people there, pretty mugh everone in his block, plus both of the frisbee teams,
we had all dressed up cause it was st paddy's day and so there were a load of aewsome costumes.

we have a running game that we play on all frisbee related socials which entails anyone who spills or drops thier drink has to to drink the rest from a small pair of boots, or if we dont have them with us they have to drink from thier own shoe lol, the person who had to drink from the boots has to keep them around his/ her neck till the next person drops or spills thier drink.

as you may be able to imagine this causes lots of people to get drunk quite quickly.

the night quicky became very messay and so we decided to have a massive game of beer pong in the stairwell, so we brought out a few tables from the flats and played a 15 a side beer pong game,
it was awesome,
after this we went back to 'the frisbee house' and played more drinking games till about 5am

the next night was the tournament party, and we made all of the other teams drink thier drinks out of thier shoes if the dropped them lol


on a seperate story we have set up a food challenge series, including speed eating and endurance eating,
for exampole the 40 mc nuggett challenge,
the gateaux challenge,
and the curry/chillies eating challenge, i came 3rd in this one!

anyways there are lot more stories but not enough time to tell them all!

[RollerBall]

(Original post by truechristian91)
For me, there is one night i can remember. I was trying to sleep before a big test and this complete idiot was charging up and down my corridor again and again and again at 2am. Finally after getting so annoyed, i grabbed my pool cue and stuck it out the door at ankle level just as he was running past. He faceplanted the door and walked off soon after. :P

Lmao, why didn't he rage out at you?

[Bella_trixxx]

Hmm, I wasn't there at the time but I've been told the story of one of my good friends who got wasted and stood up on a table in the foyer of our halls, started pounding on the walls and yelling "I WANT PENI... INSIDE OF ME... THRUSTING!". Apparently she was lying down trying to hump the carpet before some poor sod took pity on her and escorted her back to her room.

[member592149]

(Original post by Shut It Down)
Cant. Wait.

We haven't even heard the Scottish stories yet